At the same time,
Qin Yan sneaked into Jiang Cheng's room like a thief.
She lifted the covers and slipped underneath, resting her head on Jiang Cheng's strong, powerful arm.
"Jiang Cheng, today you..."
Before Qin Yan could finish, Jiang Cheng gave one of her soft mounds a hard squeeze and said fiercely,
"You're not allowed to ask anything, and you're not allowed to tell anyone."
"All right, all right, I won't say anything."
Qin Yan gave a coquettish hum and nestled into Jiang Cheng's arms, pleading,
"But I want hush money, you know~"
"Hush money? Fine."
Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly and lowered his head to plant a kiss on Qin Yan's red lips.
Qin Yan shot Jiang Cheng a seductive glare, then smiled slyly.
"That isn't enough. It only counts as interest. As for the principal... how about you treat me to a lollipop?"
Before Jiang Cheng could react, Qin Yan twisted her alluring body and burrowed beneath the covers.
Rip~
What a little glutton!
The next day, Jiang Cheng got up feeling refreshed and washed up.
By the time he went downstairs, breakfast was already prepared.
"You brat, why aren't you going to call Ruoxue and the others down for breakfast?"
Mother Jiang said irritably. "You just started eating by yourself."
"Aunt, we're coming down."
Jiang Ruoxue's lazy voice drifted down from upstairs.
Jiang Cheng spread his hands helplessly, as if to say it wasn't that he hadn't called them—it was that they had already gotten up.
Mother Jiang rolled her eyes at Jiang Cheng in disdain, then warmly called out to Jiang Ruoxue and the other two.
"Ruoxue, come eat breakfast. It won't taste good once it gets cold."
After saying that, she glanced again at Jiang Cheng, who was wolfing down his food like a starving ghost reborn.
"Eat less. Leave some for Ruoxue and the others."
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So love really could disappear.
Jiang Cheng silently poured himself a cup of hot milk to comfort his wounded heart.
At the dining table,
Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao sat on Jiang Cheng's left and right, while Qin Yan sat across from him.
"Yanyan, doesn't the food suit your taste?"
Seeing Qin Yan take only small bites each time, Mother Jiang asked with concern,
"Should I have someone make you another serving?"
"No, Aunt. My throat is just a little uncomfortable."
Qin Yan's voice was slightly hoarse as she hurriedly waved her hand.
Cough~
Jiang Cheng choked and coughed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
It wasn't just her throat that was uncomfortable. Her mouth probably wasn't doing much better either, was it?
Of course, Jiang Cheng didn't dare say that out loud.
The next second, Jiang Cheng sprang to his feet with a thump, baring his teeth in pain.
"Xiao Cheng, what's wrong?"
"Ha ha~ Nothing. My butt... cramped up."
Jiang Cheng tried to hide his sorrow with a smile, his gaze landing on Qin Yan, who looked utterly innocent and even concerned.
Murdering your husband!
Sure enough, women were all born actresses.
With that little expression of hers, if he didn't know she was the one who had done it, he might have been moved to tears.
Because the tablecloth blocked the view, Mother Jiang and the others noticed nothing unusual.
Only Jiang Cheng knew just how badly Qin Yan's kick had hurt.
Three parts smugness and seven parts resentment flashed through Qin Yan's eyes,
as if she were saying, Serves you right for gloating. This is just a little punishment.
Jiang Cheng hurriedly poured a glass of milk and handed it to Qin Yan, apologizing humbly.
"Um... for your throat."
Qin Yan's lips curved upward as she picked up the cup and took a sip.
Little man, at least you have a conscience!
Jiang Cheng let out a breath. Just as he was about to sit down, two pairs of eyes suddenly fixed on him with burning intensity.
"Your throats... hurt too?"
"Mm-hm~"
Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao nodded expectantly. "Is that okay?"
Jiang Cheng discreetly watched Qin Yan's expression. Seeing no reaction from her, he poured two more cups of milk.
Don't misunderstand. He was only doing this to avoid exposing his relationship with Qin Yan.
Mother Jiang watched the scene happily from the side.
Not bad. My Xiao Cheng had finally figured things out.
The two women accepted the milk and drank contentedly, Li Shiyao's eyes curving into crescent moons.
"Jiang Cheng, I'll treat you to a drink next time."
A smile filled Jiang Ruoxue's face as she propped up her chin, milk still clinging to the corner of her lips.
Cough, cough~
Treat me to milk?
Jiang Cheng subconsciously glanced at Jiang Ruoxue's full, towering chest, then quickly looked away.
This... didn't seem very appropriate, did it?
Though it had lasted only an instant, that small movement naturally did not escape Jiang Ruoxue's eyes.
For some reason, a blush spread across her strikingly beautiful yet valiant face.
After breakfast, Jiang Cheng headed for Jiangcheng Second Hospital.
Brother Kun's Bun Shop,
A Long found a spot with a wide view, keeping watch over the activity at the hospital entrance.
He held a steaming meat bun in his hand and brought it to his mouth. One bite released a burst of rich fragrance.
"You're eating pretty well."
Jiang Cheng sat across from A Long and smiled.
"Young Master."
When A Long saw Jiang Cheng arrive, he quickly greeted him. "Boss, bring another steamer of buns."
"No need. I've already eaten."
"What? Young Master, you want some?"
Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched. So he had been flattering himself just now—the bastard had ordered them for himself.
His face immediately darkened. "No!"
A moment later, a middle-aged man in overalls brought over a steamer basket of buns.
"Young Master, you really aren't eating? Their buns are excellent. Chicken filling."
As A Long pulled the buns toward himself, he looked at Jiang Cheng with complete sincerity.
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and said irritably,
"Just eat. By the way, how did the people I asked you to find turn out?"
A Long swallowed a bun in one bite, licked his fingers, and patted his chest in assurance.
"Don't worry, Young Master. They're all hot-blooded young men—loyal and sentimental. Most importantly, they're healthy and especially good at taking a beating!"
"They're here."
Jiang Cheng turned around and saw eight figures walking over with their hands in their pockets.
Well, well. Seven Calabash Brothers and one Little Calabash Vajra?
"Those are them?"
Jiang Cheng fell into deep thought as he looked at these skinny "hot-blooded young men" with hair in all sorts of colors.
Were they really good at taking a beating? Ye Bufan could probably knock them out one punch at a time.
At that moment, the eight of them spotted Jiang Cheng and A Long and jogged over.
"Brother Long."
The eight men bowed at ninety degrees in perfect unison and shouted loudly.
"Mm."
A Long nodded lightly. "This is my Young Master, Jiang Cheng. Perform well, and there'll be plenty of benefits for you."
Not bad, A Long.
You're even better than me at making empty promises now!
Jiang Cheng smiled in satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of spirit he wanted.
After hearing A Long's words, delight appeared on the eight men's faces.
In Jiang Cheng, the Jiang Family was a colossal presence.
They hadn't expected to be working for Young Master Jiang this time. The group was instantly pumped up and full of drive.
"Young Master Jiang!"
The eight men were so excited that their voices were even louder than before.
Since it was breakfast time, quite a few pedestrians on the street curiously looked over at the scene.
Cough, cough~
Jiang Cheng waved his hand, telling them to tone it down a little.
Did Young Master Jiang think they weren't enthusiastic enough?
If that was the case...
"Jiang... mmpf..."
"Shut up! Young Master Jiang is telling us to be humble and low-key. Don't you understand?"
The white-haired young man swiftly covered the mouth of the person beside him and scolded him.
"What's your name?"
Jiang Cheng pointed at the white-haired young man, highly satisfied.
"Hehe~ Young Master Jiang, my name is Bai Mao."
The white-haired young man was flattered and answered excitedly.
"Bai Mao, you're not bad."
Jiang Cheng patted Bai Mao on the shoulder, then frowned.
"But that name isn't imposing enough. Starting today, you'll be called Little Vajra, and you'll answer to A Long."
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